The Abodes Of Gods Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
The Abodes Of Gods
Somewhere in the middle of the infinite skies
God has His abode
A palace of one million square feet
And it is painted by rain, snow and fattened black forces!
Somewhere in the middle of many tribal hamlets
Small gods have their abodes
The thatched huts of light woods and bamboo leaves
And they are in shambles and eaten by hungry white worms.
I knock at the doors above
And He opens the door not.
He isn`t there, I begin to believe
But those behind me go on knocking!
I next knock at the doors below
And they fall flat upon the dark stones with different shapes.
They are there, I begin to feel
But the tombs around me write new elegies!
I enjoyed reading the poem and kept reflecting on it for quite some time. I think you could have been a little more revealing in your satirical intent. I would definitely visit this poem again.
There are no gods, or abodes, just us Dinesh. Interesting write, giving food for thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:39:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Every poem must leave a little space to incorporate the discerning readers` musings within the restrictions. Dear Om Chawla sir, your reference to my satire that isn`t much revealing is right and I leave it up to each reader to think over and over the utopian abodes of God/Gods that cannot house the much more Utopian divinity. I am here telling out my observations that the firm theists cannot/may not digest. Thank you sir for reading this poem